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Remain tuned I cannot work any sort of device in this condition. And happy Mara Monday

Wait. Thoughts forming. Connections being made. Stay tuned

#what i can do is sleep snzzzzz

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Wait. Thoughts forming. Connections being made. Stay tuned

#unemployed thoughts honestly #benmara nation wake up

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mara banks stage actress debut as janis sarkisian in mean girls national tour. do you see the vision

#tour NOT broadway mind you #like am i crazy to think she'd actually accidentally kill it... #maybe not much range in her theater career but janis is up her alley #post brought to you by mg musical movie being on tv rn #i will never understand this movie and its production decisions #i couldn't TRY to make this thing with so many elements out of place like #stupid with love slaughtered and left for dead omg #i literally have to be high to watch this. always have been always will be #i kinda love that mg events just get worse as they go on. movie > broadway > tour(s) > musical movie #what next please pelase please plepase please #ok bye

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#<3 :) #manipulative mara they call her

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* number eleven on the call sheet: a fate worse than death. a fate unrecognizable as fate, more digestible as the product of an intern's latest series of fuck-ups — excuse me, there's been a mistake! [ yes, mara, about time you noticed, but of course it isn't one of yours. why would it be? why start taking responsibility now? ]. she may as well be an afterthought scrawled in the margins, mara banks in fading blue ink. she'd arrived on the scene in a late uber, glittered black sunglasses on and multipurposed as a shade over dark circles and as a tribute to her bigshot hollywood actress dramatics; she'd soon after taken them off in the hopes that cast and crew catching her visible eye would spark recognition. if there was any to be kindled, it was swept aside and buried: the rotting elephant in the room, the hyena picking at her own flesh. if you get close enough to her bloody mouth, you can hear the lookatmelookatme whimpers.

but the best thing about being on set, she's remembering, is that the fucked up hierarchy of it all never stops at her, even her. the glittery totem pole stretches and stretches until it grazes rock bottom; mara may be as good as nameless but there's always the faceless, the presenceless, the ones who don't know their place any more than the a-listers could guess. so to keep this girl's company even if for a moment is an act of charity on mara's part, really. welcome to hollywood, you've won the sweepstakes, arrive on set by sunrise to collect your grand prize of mara banks-branded condescension. save your jokes and catty remarks for the drinks after wrap, join the first table you overhear talking shit on this once-golden name, there's always one. it's group therapy. i survived an encounter with mara banks and all i got was this stupid story to tell.

that's the name of the game, survival. so mara lifts a brow, devilish, and lets the awkward beat freefall into silence, the worst thing she could give someone — what are you planning, jezebel of jezebels? ❝ darwin, ❞ she drawls back, slow enough to sound unfamiliar [ she's not stupid, she got on-set homeschooling as a kid, obviously she knows darwin is the guy who watched an apple fall and came up with gravity ]. a little laugh next. miss banks was enough to make a sad girl swoon, if she wasn't so tickled with the verbal car crash in front of her.

❝ no, but i need a drink. ❞ a rare snapshot of honesty, if an inappropriately indulgent one. she tosses her stare over her shoulder, jet black dye job shaking along with her, scanning for any disapproving higher-ups in the room. not that she shies from a bit of trouble, but she hasn't shot a single frame yet, and she at least has the work ethic to wait until her job's done before getting caught red-handed. ❝ do you know where the liquor stash is around here? i'd really like a shot of vodka, but i'm fine with tequila. and you can get yourself one too. it'll be good for your anxiety. ❞

the shriek of tetanal wind chimes, grammatically incorrect swahili inscribed into the politically incorrect dream catcher threatening to give her a concussion and a half, alert all possible threats to cady’s position. her steps come to a screeching halt. she is a half inch taller than decreed by mother nature yet feels as though the room’s artificiality will consume her at any moment leaving her a half-inch-tall pile of sequins on the floor. 

mara banks is real in the sense that she has a mouth that is moving and there are noises coming out of her mouth. mara banks is real in the sense that there’s news footage flashing through cady’s mind with the saturation and sensationalism cranked up to one thousand and while the tabloids may not tell all, the photographs tell cady that there’s something going on. mara banks is real in the sense that there is an ancient sticky note on her parents’ refrigerator barely responding to the life support of various natgeo stickers telling her that america is filled with violence and hate and everyone’s on opioids and if cady squints in this stupidly bright neon light the tattered curves and edgy contours of mara’s body become that sticky note.

@childactress — ❛  you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?  ❜ ( accepting. )

" miss banks, " she manages to greet through chattering teeth. there’s a smile on her face, but it’s one of obligation and recognition (are those synonymous?) rather than the non-red-stained arrangement of canines that would suggest significant reassurance. not that she isn’t happy to see mara. not that she wouldn’t be happier seeing the ghost of christmas future. “ i am in all my elements right now, actually. darwin saw me and was like, wow, girl, i was totally wrong about evolution ‘cause it took you one generation to get this cool instead of millions. but he said it all through his giant beard so you probably didn’t hear him. ”

‎‎ “ look, two negatives make a positive. i’ll be fine. ” if there is one element she is forever familiar with, it is that of distraction. “ do you, um, do you need help with that? ”

#itr0ars #verse? setting? context? it's in there somewhere somehow. gotta squint #crowdfunding to get cady outta there #you do not have to take this!!!!! #word count bloated sorry that someone's inner monologue likes to hear itself speak #she said i diagnose you with the dirt underneath my shoe (as she is being metaphorically pelted with tomatoes)

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* ❝ be real, bradley. do you seriously think it wouldn't be headline news? mara banks, everyone's favorite underdog, killed in some kind of glamorous boating accident. she leaves behind millions of dollars and a sad, sad string of ex-lovers, all of whom say to our sources that they regret not marrying her when they still could. may she rest in peace. ❞

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"holy shit. i was starting to think you'd died."

#jupiter3 #she's fr offended what bit part are you gonna throw her to make up for this luke

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  WELCOME TO NEW YORK! it's been waiting for you...

independent original character, shelby rivers— a broadway actress. fandomless/adaptable to any universe! developed by sean.

#I’m stagedooring #mara is hatering in her psychotic misogynsexualcoactress way

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DANNY RYDER is a dull-witted slacker but despite his various faults, he is ultimately a good person. most other characters will either tolerate him as a person or will actively try to kill him. ﹒.﹒outself﹒⺌﹒

#danny Ryder slurred me in the taco bell drive thru but it’s fine

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Triangle of Sadness (2022) dir. Ruben Östlund

#when oomf said this is her #how many layers of manipulation does it take to get to the center of mara banksy #it’s this too it’s sitting down poised wet in her messygorgeousmessy way #seeee i couldn’t hurt a fly

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sorry if youre new here but it is. all about. the mara/ben arc. i mean it isnt but it is. it is. mara/ben endgame 4 lyfe. that's her hus and band. mara banks-byrd. endGAME!

#(with my dying breaths) you dont understand shes so vain and emotionally nonconfrontational and hes so introverted and unsure of life itsel- #f #AND THEY TEACH EACH OTHER SO MU(the plug is pulled) #im but a dead fish flopping on the beach that is maraben

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❝ oh my god, and do what? take up scrapbooking? wordle? ❞ she rushes right over any revelation that, yes, investing into her personal self rather than the nearest warm body might be worthwhile – that's a late night thought for later, when the alcohol in her gut's turned sour and achy, hurling itself up in a cacophony of grumbles and regret. ❝ i'm a social creature, louis. that's like asking a bird not to fly or a fish not to swim or a white girl to eat a meal without taking a picture of it first. it's not happening. ❞

God, she's fucking gorgeous. And it says something about him, probably, that Mara Banks looks so fucking gorgeous right now.

It's so nice when women complain about men who aren't him, for a change. There's that part of it, too.

"That's natural, I think," Louis allows, even though the concept repulses him. "Maybe it would be good for you to avoid worldly desires. You know, just for a little bit."

#vitalphenomena

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i don’t believe in joke theft but i do believe that “she’s been at death's door like five times, but she always bounces back to life. she’s like that guy…” “lazarus” “–rasputin” is a perfect mara descriptor

#what is she if not an armando iannucci character #she will never die only get worse!!!! (she will die and it will be in irrelevance)

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❝ yeah. ❞ a sigh, sad and see-through: break-ups look good on mara the way bruises do, the way ripped fishnets still hug her legs just right. ❝ he was fucking lame. a dickhead, ❞ she adds in a mutter, and drags her finger along her moscow mule's condensation. ❝ i miss him. ❞

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"He sounds pretty fucking bad," Lou says smoothly. He gulps down his whiskey coke — would deny any observation about how aggressively he's throwing back rounds.

"But, you know, at least it's over. At least you're out of it. You know?"

#vitalphenomena #the rejuvenating power of threads with you

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❝ oh, calamity... ❞ the sweet sigh of a wilted rose, an angel without her wings, a patron saint of nothing at all – but it's only mara. mara at her maraest, liquor stained to her lip gloss and eyes saucer-wide. her arm drapes itself around calamity in return, pressing her body close; the lights skip across the pair of them and she can't help but smile, dreamy and ecstatic. her eyes follow calamity's point and she gasps, the noise a little hiccup barely audible beneath pounding bass and party chatter. ❝ good news, ❞ she coos, leaning in closer. ❝ he's divorced. easy money. but no, i don't know his name. probably richard or greg or something. ❞ all these bodies need only identifiers, anyway: the divorced, the newly single, the take-me-homes. mara hasn't wondered which one she is yet. ❝ he's cute, right? i'm almost jealous. ❞

@childactress liked for a starter. 💛

❝ aww, look who came around to scrape the bottom of the barrel ! ❞    she's just done a line in the bathroom, making her all the more elated to see her. mara is the perfect companion for parties like these [ when she's doing her jury duty as a plus one for some D list actor with too little hair to get a real date. ] calamity throws an arm around her, giving her cheek a sloppy kiss whether she wants it or not. ❝ so glad t' see ya, dollface. quick question : do y' know the name of that strikin' gent over there ? ❞  she not - so - discreetly points out her client for the evening. ❝ 'cause i don't. he didn't pay me enough for that, ❞ 

#janedoez #i cant breathe theyre so cunty

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#this movie on tv rn >:) #tbt when this song came on shuffle and i sat up and said i found mara's movie title #emailed my screenwriting prof so excited and he said ''great but how did you even hear about this movie'' #well it's one of my favorites in the whole wide world so jot that down #and THAT's why i have the hell of it^TM trademarked! piece of mara history for the newbies #it's just such a mara song too lol... you're a fucking loser burnt up by the hollywood machine.mp3

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❝ what? no. ❞ by default, it's beneath miss mara banks. what's to tempt her? cameras lingering on every curve and motion of her body, the attention of a live audience and beyond, praise and accolades for the first time in years – ❝ you think i'd be good at it? ❞ trick question, delusions are already firing off in her head like a million needy neurons and she won't hear no as a possibility.

@childactress ♡'d for ilona , number one dancing with the stars recruiter .

she'll broach the topic casually , offhandedly , as if it's a topic that has just sprung to her mind — and not something she'd been thinking about for a while . ' you ever thought about doing the show ? ' and by the show , she means hers , obviously . it's not . . . prestigious by any stretch of the imagination , but ilona figures she has to ask .

#mirrorballwon #she'd be eliminated week one and make it everyone else's problem btw

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don't make fun of me if i walk funny. from @againstsquares.

❝ i wouldn't dare. ❞ not when it's her doing. she might as well be walking funny too, a particularly proud pep in her step as she unlatches the belt at her waist. there's the light clink of metal and sweat keeping her skin slick ( because for all her enthusiasm, she forgets what a workout topping is ) and through it all, her entire body lit up with a blush. her heart's doing somersaults in her ribcage, half-exhaustion, half-ben; it's the kind of endorphins she used to think only came in a pretty pressed pill. when she's back stripped bare, mara leans down to him, drops a kiss to his temple, and worms her way in bed beside him. ❝ how you holdin' up, champ? ❞

#againstsquares #happy pride